Today is my best friend’s birthday.. I haven’t planned for a big party..I didn’t get him a huge birthday gift because I had to spend all the money I saved on a recent travelling emergency (don’t ask)..I didn’t even plan an appropriate outing or at the very least a proper dinner..couldn’t gather his friends..No cake..No candles..Absolutely nothing special..Even reservation for some place to go eat I made such a fuss about it and stressed on it till he made the reservation himself..!
I suck at these things..showing people I care about just how much I care about them..I stress I worry and I freeze..I don’t know what to do... to sum up I spoiled his birthday!
So in a desperate attempt to save face..I decided to list some of my favorite things about him:
I love it how he sings songs in foreign languages he doesn’t even understand (i.e. Gypsy Kings) yet he sings with a lot of passion
I love it when he sings in general although he doesn’t exactly have the best voice ever
I love how he is very passionate about his music to the extent that I even started to like it
I love how he is carefree..goes around without a care in the world
I love it when he tells me that Everything is gonna be alright and he always means it
I love the look he gets when French fries is served
I love the advices he gives me..I ignore them and then they always turn out to be just what I need
I love it when he calms me down when I snap at people or even at him
I love it when he apologizes to other people for my continuous aggressive behavior
I love it when I provoke him and how he gets very challenging and at this moment he will go to extremes just to prove me wrong
I love to listen to his political analysis of international affairs or local events..he always makes perfect sense when it comes to politics
I love reading anything he writes
I love how he always sends me links for interesting articles
I love to go book shopping with him
I love that he is as hippie as it gets or at least as you can be here in Egypt
I love how he understands hippie culture and his own interpretation of it
I love to listen to his views in life even if I don’t agree with him
I love his car
I love all of his cool t-shirts and his hippie clothes
I love how confident he is
I love how he loves his friends
I love how he works very hard to please everyone around him
I love how he lists all my flaws casually..he knows them all.he knows too much and yet he is okay with all of my imperfections
I love all the cool places he took me..I love all the cool people he introduced me to..I love the way he introduces me to people
I love it how he runs (literally) to get the papers if two days passed without he reads them
I love the way he hates compliments..and how extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed reading this will make him
I love it even when he provokes me..when he makes me angry and just want to scream
I love how smooth and cool he can be
I love how he always tricks me into doing everything he wants me to do..and how he pushes me to do everything I was too scared to do
I love to eat with him although he is a slow eater..I love to sing with him although he has a horrific voice..I love to get into a deep conversation with him although we don’t always agree..I love to read with him although he gets very possessive of what he reads..I love to share with him although he is not exactly a sharer..I love to take his advise although it rarely suits me.. I love being around him although we are very different…
To my Friend..In your birthday..I love having you in my life
Happy Birthday Mr. President
